|| Journal Entry 01 ~ Selior / ...The first awakening ||
The werewolf stared at the book infront of him, face shrouded in the darkness. The rain pounded against the old mansion, which stood there unflinching in the weather but still had a certain ricketyness to it due to it's misuse over the years.
What the creature, should he be so real as to consider himself that, had been through in the past few moments was something quite remarkable. Last he remembered, he was about to enter the ring....
"Seli, you ain't listenin'." The human said, smirking confidently. He was leaning against the door that led down into the pit, blocking Selior's path. "Move." The battle ready werewolf commanded, though his voice was jovial considering he was about to go kill something.
"Now c'mon Seli! Non' of us want anythin' to happen to you. Now I know ya'think Marcus want's ya dead, but he want's what we all want! Entertainment!" The human continued, his smirk broadening.
"'course. When did I complain? Move, you little tick." Selior commanded again. He placed his hand over the human's face and pulled him off the door, pushing him to the side like a little bug he was flicking off his arm.
He went through the barricaded door, and continued the descent into the pit below. The way was broad, wide enough for the various forms of wonderous creatures to past.. but it had a sort of claushtraphobia to it none the less. As he got closer to the arena, the smell became foul and the air heavy and thick.
Shadows covered him as he entered the open area. So dark, deep below the tavern of spectators above, his face was shrouded again. All that remained was the ocassional glimmer of golden, woflish eyes that focused intensely on the one waiting for him.
"Now c'mon Seli! Non' of us want anythin' to happen to you. Now I know ya'think Marcus want's ya dead, but he want's what we all want! Entertainment!" The human continued, his smirk broadening.
"'course. When did I complain? Move, you little tick." Selior commanded again. He placed his hand over the human's face and pulled him off the door, pushing him to the side like a little bug he was flicking off his arm.
He went through the barricaded door, and continued the descent into the pit below. The way was broad, wide enough for the various forms of wonderous creatures to past.. but it had a sort of claushtraphobia to it none the less. As he got closer to the arena, the smell became foul and the air heavy and thick.
Shadows covered him as he entered the open area. So dark, deep below the tavern of spectators above, his face was shrouded again. All that remained was the ocassional glimmer of golden, woflish eyes that focused intensely on the one waiting for him.
... and then he was here. A mansion, but first it was a room. A silly, eccentric little place with more art on the door than he had ever seen in his entire life... and of course, the bewildered woman. She was even stranger, perhaps.. but weak, which makes things easy. At that notion he smirked, a glimmer of over sharpened teeth through the darkness.
She was an android, she told him, a creature not entirely human any longer. She had an eye that glowed and another that was brown. Mostly normal looking enough if you asked him, he had certainly seemed stranger to her. Even so, she had a sort of mechanical power he was, at first, wary of. This was something she dismissed quickly with a submissive attitude right when he had appeared. She told him what she knew, with only a little threatening.. and then he told her to get out.
This place, curse or blessing, was his. The adrenaline from his anticipated battle still pumping through him, he exhaled slowly as his chest trembled, trying to steady himself.
He looked up at the room he had found.. magnficient room. He looked up at a portrait on the wall, an image of a lithe man with dark hair and a trimmed beard. He looked meek physically but had a certain power to him, even in just a painting. Selior smiled. This room, It would be his, whether or not it already belonged to someone else.
